Thank you! The day I wrote the letter I just ached all over. It was a gut-wrenching experience but one I felt I HAD to do. I want to dump this garbage where it belongs, back on the heads of the people who ignored him and made him feel that his years of faithful service were nothing. In addition to the media, I think they'll be pretty steamed about the R&F getting copies of the letter too. I'll be sending out about 50 tomorrow by snail mail.
I will also be interested to see if the elders from the congregation where my publisher card is will bother to come over. After I aggravated my book study conductor in the congregation I was in when I left for good, Big Tex thought it might be prudent to move our cards to a less, um,
interested congregation. So I did. Moved them to Allen, where I was for about four years a while back. The elder body could barely, if ever, remember my name, and did not visit me even once in four years, so I felt safe. So far it's been blissfully quiet. An elder called a couple of times to get my time but with Caller ID I didn't answer the phone or return the calls, he gave up obviously, and I haven't heard from anybody except an old girlfriend in months. No one called even after my father died except that one friend. I deliberately did not mention the Allen congregation in my letter, figuring that if they were that hot to get me in trouble with my elders they can jolly well do their own detective work about which congregation I'm supposed to be in.
Thank you all for the strength you've given me, especially Big Tex, my rock.
Nina